[Intro: Malice & Pusha-T]
Remix
Star Trak, y'all
3R
Remix, 3R
Man, it gets no realer, real—
[Verse 1: Malice]
Get a load of my ears, my wrist
And I ain't came this far chasin' a bitch
I done put time in (Yeah), and though it ain't crack no more
I'm still grindin', nigga still shinin' (Grindin')
Red, yellow, and blue, the colors in them diamonds
Flashy, oh yeah, my bitch match me
My whole team gettin' it, it's just that deep
Romance, no, not a chance, out the question
Every month, I push a new ride, keep 'em guessin'
Haters don't wet it, 'cause it'll stress you if you let it, man
Spent twenty on that wrist watch, can't even set it, damn
No timе for them chicken and tricks
If I fall off, back to the kitchеn, fixin' that mix
But whatever, you'll never catch me trickin' on chicks
I'm Malicious, known to get that money and run
'Cause with a income like mine, trust them bitches'll come, you know
[Chorus: Twisted Black]
Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy
Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina
Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy
Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina
[Verse 2: Twisted Black]
I'm Twisted Black (Huh), and y'all cats ain't heard of me yet
Oh y'all spit, but it's all about who word it the best
I'm representin' for them gutter folks where life is hard (Yeah, yeah)
Stiff niggas, where we sell sacks and fight in the yard
Nightfall, we all flossin' on inches and D's
I'm so iced up, they nicknamed me Mr. Freeze
I'm on the quest, plus I'm hungry, so gimme a plate
I'm gang-stricken when I spit, it's like a venomous snake
Niggas'll break and grab they broads, "Pimpin' the Miss," is what they yell
Twisted Black'll have her sellin' her tail (For sho')
Quickly, don't pimp me, I got game for days
Small frame with this tall game all in your range (Uh-huh)
It's the southside, papa (Mm), it's Funkytown, Texas (Uh-huh)
You know where you grindin', niggas go for y'all connection (Fo' sho)
The block bleeder pound here, you from around here (Huh)
Now what the hell you doin' down here? We block bleedin'
[Chorus: Twisted Black]
Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy
Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina
Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy
Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina
[Verse 3: Pusha-T]
P-U-S-H-A to the T and
My car European, SL5 2003 and
Mami get a rush
Had that candy red paint sorta make the chrome blush
Money hard earned
I could burn a dime on a bitch, not even for a perm
Listen, I'll move 'caine through the streets
'Til the bailiff haul me off and court is adjourned
And ain't never a bitch waitin' on me
She'll end up skatin' on me, fuck the man hatin' on me
So I keep my money close, hoes third
Tight second was the gun that's protectin' what was first
Uugh, it's the boy that you heard
That keeps snowpiles in the summer on your curbs
The 'caine dealer, the stainless steeler
(Twisted Black and Clipse) Man, it's gets no realer
[Chorus: Twisted Black]
Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy
Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina
Block bleedin', we hustle for skrilla because we need it
Sometimes we do it for the hell because we greedy
Ghetto gladiators, bangin' hard in street arenas
Black Russell Crowe, movin' snow from here to Catalina
[Outro: Twisted Black]
Block bleedin'
